The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-07-15
The MadiSon'S Butler.
By EDITH EVELYN BIGELOw.

the servant question would be the death
Of her. The question" with her
meant generally, how long will the
newly acquainted domestic remain on
The field of his or her present useful
1ess-or useleSsness ?
Mrs. Madison was rich in this world
goods. She had an lndulgent husband.
charming children. more than COM
iortable income, and enough beauty to
make her very pleasant to look upon.
But all these gifts of kind Providence
we're as nothing weighed in the balance
against the crushing fact that every one
Of the Madison buffers was worse than
ais predecessors. The poor lady had
ried every nationality, as she said, ex-
eept the Chinese; there she drew the
ine, The Irishmen need no descrip-
ion. We in America have all suffered.
The colored men were wofully lacking
n style" The Swedes were merce-
aary and would leave in hope of high
Or wages. The Germans were too
something-'I forget what" Mrs.
Madison would say, in recounting her
woes to an intimate friend, land the
Frenchmen too sometimes or other
else; and really, my dear, if you notice
several gray hairs under my bonnet 1
Am not surprised. But what can l
10 George will give dinners, and will
not have a woman wait at table"
At the time when this veracious his
tory opens, the latest venture in the
oantry-line had proved to be a COM
plete failure, and was to depart on the
morrow.
Mrs. Madison sat in her charming
sitting-room, over wood fire, with
The hot-water kettle Kissing genially
among its companion tea-thIngs.
which had been brought in for the last
time by the present incumbent
Opposite to her was her sister. Sylvia
Arden. She had just came in from
walking. and her long sealskin gar
tnent was thrown open as she sat toast
ing her cold feet and drawing of her
gloves
She was one of the prettiest girls in
New YORK, which means that she was
very lovely indeed.
.sShan you have that dinner on the
10th, Maud?" asked the young lady.
She rose as she spoke, and diyested
herself Of her furs, and as she did so
one saw what 1.-THE and shapely fig
1re she had.
1T all depends upon the butler,
said her sister. George viii get some
body to-day, goodness knows what.
San Irishman, probably said Syl-
via "All our French dressmakers are
Irish. Our city is ruled by the Irish;
ouf policemen are Irish; why not our
Dutlerspn
II should think you were Irish your
self, dear. from what you say, said
Mrs. Madison, laughing. ''Ah, there's
Georges key in the door. Now we
shall see what news he brings.
In moment or two the master of
The house entered
He took the cup Of tea which his wife
had poured out. Then, seating him
self he said, well, have got him. "
"IYhoP" asked his wife, mischiev-
ouslV.
dfatrick O'MuIliganw
mo. John Parkins, an English
mar"
Was there ever an Englishman who
wasn't named Johnpp said Sylvia.
''Good references, of course, ? said
Mrs. Madison, with grim sarcasm
They always have. "
mo- said her husband, cheerfully.
None at all. =
Mrs. Madison was quite quiet
You are tired of the silver, then ?''
Not atall; but he won't take the
silver. II there is anything dishonest
about John Parkens, then ! am wofully
mistaken. =
You generally are" said his wife,
aryly.
Thank you, madam No, lie may
be little green, but he is one Of the
knest looking men ever saw.
ssDo you remember our British Ado
MS P" ASKED Sylvia. - when he hand-
"a round the lobster in kitchen Jug.
knd then put himself into the dumb
water instead Of the empty dishes. p''
stAni likely to forget it 9''
A0tn WuJt Sds0 htASf AAduiaOua
With sudden asperity, do you subject
Is to a similar experience How can
fou bring nan without referenc9 in-
30 my house
On the same principle" said Mr.
Madison. setting down his cup with
perfect imperturbabilty, that you once
laid you would advertise for an athe-
let having tried every religion in the
hQpsemaid Line and failed lamentably
TIC Seess represented. -